I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 353

After Heo Ye-won, I opened the stat window for every single person who came in.

It was a mental drain, ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) staring at letters instead of faces, and it kind of killed any expectations I had for people. I normally avoided doing it unless necessary. But once a single spy had made it through, I didn’t have much choice.

Fortunately, no additional spies had come in so far.

Names, affiliations—all matched up.

Baekseol hadn’t sensed any anomalies either.

If a spy had made it inside before Heo Ye-won, well, not much I could do about that.

I’d just have to keep my stat window active for a while and check as I go.

****

– Limited the sensor range to Heo Ye-won and increased sensitivity to maximum. Result: weak hologram field detected. How shall we proceed?

A follow-up report came in regarding Heo Ye-won.

I already knew she was a spy thanks to the stat window, but proving it was a different matter altogether.

No matter how powerful I am, I’m not some sage with mystical foresight—I can’t just say “You’re a spy” and call it a day.

Luckily, with Baekseol’s tip as a basis, I concentrated resources on the target—and Park Hye-jung’s disguise was exposed.

“The NIS really loves that Infi-Mask crap.”

Ma Yeon-ju used one too.

Originally, that kind of mask was the kind of shoddy trick you’d see in martial arts pulp novels—but combined with the tech of 2077? It became a deadly weapon. Especially in terms of disguise.

“The detection of a hologram field means... someone else is impersonating Heo Ye-won, correct?”

—Yes. That’s the most likely conclusion. Some elite socialites do use weak hologram filters to enhance makeup, but a filter this sophisticated, requiring intense detection effort, isn’t standard at all.

“So the fact that it’s in use at all basically confirms ill intent?”

—Correct.

“Keep watching. Also, investigate Heo Ye-won’s home and any locations she frequents. Look for anything suspicious.”

—Understood.

I dispatched a field team to investigate and relayed the findings to Baekseol.

She smiled faintly, pleased that her instincts had been validated.

On the other hand, Eunhwa and Dorothy both looked a little awkward—especially Dorothy.

Eunhwa was a fresh rookie, even more junior than Baekseol, so it made sense.

But Dorothy? She was Baekseol’s senior by a mile.

And yet she’d been outperformed. That stung a little.

Didn’t want those emotions festering, so I gave them some care and attention, then went right back to greeting guests as if nothing had happened.

****

Time passed. And then, following Mayor Jung Min-ah...

The “main course” of the banquet finally arrived.

“...Young Master, it’s been a while.”

“Oho.”

Min Ji-ah bowed slightly, dressed in luxurious elegance as always.

The fabric barely clung to her massive breasts, threatening to slip—until her neat hands pressed it flat against her chest.

“Damn.”

She was the most important guest of the banquet.

Naturally, I returned the greeting properly.

“Thanks for coming, Auntie. I’ve been waiting.”

“...”

Even these bad hands of mine—which had groped tits and asses without restraint—held back for once.

Just a light embrace around the shoulders. A respectful greeting.

A little nod to our bloodline.

By elevating her as a member of a side branch, I solidified my own prestige as a direct descendant.

Still, I checked what really mattered.

Panty line? Bra strap?

No panties. No bra.

She’d followed my orders exactly.

Not even a strip of fabric on her.

Satisfied, I nodded and stepped back.

“These folks are...?”

“Yes. The executive board of Daejin Group.”

“Oh, right. Inside, you’ll find the council members that Mayor Jung brought along. Chat over dinner. I’m sure you’ll have a lot to talk about. Also—”

I had quite a long conversation with Min Ji-ah’s group.

She was the main guest and my main woman.

She deserved that much of my time.

“Let’s have a private family talk this evening. Just the two of us. No one else.”

“...Yes...”

After a long exchange, I sent her in.

Min Ji-ah walked off looking a little deflated.

It almost seemed like she let out a sigh, and strangely, that made me hard.

++++

Greeting every single guest was time-consuming and exhausting.

And since almost everyone I’d invited showed up, it felt even longer.

“Whew. Finally done.”

“Excellent work, Master.”

“You girls too.”

I lightly praised the girls who had stayed with me and went inside.

– Master, we received a report from the team investigating Heo Ye-won’s residence.

More intel.

About the spy.

“Her residence? They find anything suspicious?”

—Not quite evidence, more like circumstantial indicators.

“Like what?”

—It’s too clean.

“?”

—They said it’s clean beyond what normal tidying could explain.

“Ah... You mean, so clean it couldn’t just be from vacuuming and dusting. You’re saying someone chemically sterilized the whole place? Strongly?”

—Yes.

“No one does that just to clean.”

—Precisely. Disinfectants that strong often produce toxic gases, so they’re not suitable for everyday cleaning.

“What about body disposal?”

—...They’re currently inspecting the plumbing, but if the team’s assumptions are correct, yes—that kind of sterilization is typically used for exactly that.

“Tch tch tch. Poor councilwoman. Killed by an evil spy.”

—There’s no physical evidence.

“Of course not. That’s the whole point of doing it this way.”

All signs pointed to the real Heo Ye-won being murdered.

NIS agent Park Hye-jung killed the real one, crafted a perfect Infi-Mask, and infiltrated my grand banquet under disguise.

At this point, her target had to be the banquet itself.

“Even with perfect disguise, it’s not a method that can be sustained long-term.”

It had to be a desperate, short-term tactic—meaning her objective was clear.

The grand banquet.

So why the banquet?

Why go as far as murdering a councilwoman just to get in?

“...Me and Min Ji-ah?”

The NIS’s suspected core division, Abyss, was known for twisted experiments and was building demon-hybrids to counter Biotech.

Their ultimate goal was likely to topple conglomerates like Koryo Group, but their immediate enemy was Biotech.

And Min Ji-ah?

She was the CEO of Biotech.

“The CEO of Biotech and the grandson of Koryo Group.”

This banquet gave them a rare chance to check out both of us at once.

And considering the opportunity to get close to someone like Min Ji-ah, the head of a supercorp?

Killing a low-level councilwoman was a small price to pay. Abyss probably thought it was worth the risk.

“But seriously... is this really how the National Intelligence Service operates...?”

Like, I get it, but still...

These guys are utterly hopeless.

Justifying the means with the end is one thing, but this is a national institution.

What they’re doing is way beyond the pale.

Even with Seo Eun-mi—they abducted people, performed experiments, and if it failed, they turned women into breeding wombs.

If the child turned out “viable,” it went back into testing. If not, brainwash them and recycle them as agents.

And this is what a government agency is doing?

If a private corporation pulled that shit, I could at least understand.

But a national institution? With “patriotism” as their mission trait? What a fucking joke.

And then—

“You dared kill my pussy?”

If it’s a human under my control, then no one touches them—not even men.

Their life and death must be dictated solely by my will.

And they killed a woman?

That’s an unforgivable crime.

Even if Heo Ye-won wasn’t yet a full member of the “Whorehouse” or “Pre-Whorehouse,”

as a woman serving as a councilmember in my land, she was mine.

Park Hye-jung murdered her and used her skin to sneak in.

Unforgivable.

“Park Hye-jung... what should I do with you?”

Killing a pussy requires paying back with pussy.

That much is a given—but I’ll need something more. Something that makes her feel her guilt.

What would be fitting?

“But first... should I capture her now? Or milk her a bit?”

I could dig deeper—maybe take down the entire NIS division.

Park Hye-jung’s just an agent. She has handlers, superiors.

She has no idea her cover’s been blown.

Which means she’ll behave naturally—openly.

“So why not play along and collapse the whole system from within?”

Looks like I’ll need to take some time with this.

The banquet’s just getting started, after all.

“We’re good for now. We’re not prosecutors—we don’t need physical evidence. Withdraw the team and increase surveillance on Heo Ye-won. Don’t miss a single move. Record everything.”

—Yes, understood.

“Oh, and assign some knights to Min Ji-ah. As personal guards.”

—Yes, Master.

It’s probably unlikely, but if they’re planning to sacrifice an agent to assassinate Min Ji-ah—

I have to stop that.

“You can come in whenever you like, Hye-jung—but leaving? That’s not your choice anymore.”